When I cry for Sylvia-
I cry for myself.
I've nothing to offer -
life is void.
She had talent,
threw it away for what?
I'm empty
we should swap -
my death for her life.
I've no idea how this blog will develop, suffice to say I expect it to evolve during the next three years; during this time I shall be attending a British university and fulfilling the role of a mature student. +++++++++If you'd like to email you can at+++ mature.student@yahoo.co.uk